Dream - Blog Posts
Do other people get writing ideas from dreams? Half my stories are based on dreams I had, and I just had a new one! This time I dreamed up fanfic, but it was epic, so I have to make it.
I'm done redrawing shattered dream
I finish it yesterday and I forgot to post it
Shattered dream belongs to @shattereddreamsau
Added two new dreams to my dream journal an Wattpad. If you want one of your own posted send it to me and I'll post it there with your information and avícola media
My Dream Journal
I just posted on my dream journal on Wattpad. I'll eventual update it with the ones from my original journal, which was on Quotev. It shares this posts title. There's not a lot on the Wattpad version, but I will update whenever I can. If anyone is interested, my name on there is R0ch (zero not o)
i had a dream last night that i went on tumblr and posted something really good and had lots of notes and i was so disappointed when i checked tumblr today :((
Ghost
It’s a dream I had. I was killed and transformed into a ghost, so nobody could interact with me—except this baby. This baby could see and touch me, so I was carrying him everywhere to make him communicate for me.
And when I talked, it was like they could hear something, somewhere, but they couldn’t see it was me right in front of them, no matter what I did.
It’s tiring to be a ghost.
the whale’s level
It’s a dream I had this night.
SAD-IST
YOU MAD MAN YOU- YOU GONE WILD MAN
And Ghostbur design tho
his baby
Golden floods ⏳
Recently watched a couple episodes from The sandman and wanted to get this out of my System because I really enjoyed what I saw.
I just wanna say that I absolutely LOVE dreams. But I also like dream interpretation! But not like, the one size fits all sort of dream interpretation because dreams are not one size fits all. People aren't one size fits all, and everyone has such different lives that some things can mean COMPLETELY different things given the context of the dream and the context of that person's life. Like, damn!! That's so interesting, I geek out when it comes to dreams. I wish there was a school to learn dream interpretation, but I think I would most likely just have to study psychology and work my way out from there.
Lmaooo shout out to when my dreams basically predicted Covid in early 2018. I still blame myself to this day for not protecting that flower, I was going through things and not as strong a dreamer as I am now.
Starting Over
I was having a good time at my aunt’s house. Everything was calm and okay for once. My sister wanted me to go somewhere with her, but she kept being really bitchy about it, so I told her no since she was acting like a little shit. And everyone was all shocked because I cursed and I said “sorry it’s true”.
A little while later, me and my sister are in the car with mom. We’re riding down the highway and it’s storming like fuck. There’s at least six tornadoes in front of us, and they keep disappearing and materializing from thick clouds. We see a truck full of people, everyone is knocked out, so me and my sister take one of the girls and wake everyone up so they can keep driving. We put the girl in or trunk because she wouldn’t fit up front, but she ended up being in the backseat with me anyways somehow.
We keep driving. I see a circle in the sky, like a hole to get out, a moon of sorts. And in the sky materializes a bunch of mouths, with sharp teeth and disgusting tongues. And before anything could happen, the entire world goes white.
My sister and my mom aren’t there as far as I’m concerned. I’m in the room with a bunch of random people.
There’s a voice that greets us. A man’s voice. I immediately begin to ask questions. “Who are you? Why are we here” I don’t think he answered those questions.
“Can we go back?” I continued asking. He answered that in a few years, a new flower would’ve developed that would cause the flu. Probably a really big flu if it was a cause for concern. I ask about religion. He responds with morals that we would have to follow, like letting younger people do things first. I ask if we would have to create our own children. It’s quiet. I call out for him with saying “Hello?” There was confusion. Things like a mattress, everything still all white, appeared on the floor so quietly, I hadn’t noticed them until I looked at them. Everything was quiet.
Then I heard a voice saying not to cut the flower. It was high pitched, like a man trying to talk “feminine”. I looked around quickly. There was a beautiful flower behind one of the mattresses, not far from a piece of scissors. It was an Adam and Eve scenario. I quickly go for the scissors so no one tries to cut the flower, and one of the guys in the room attacks me, trying to get the scissors from me. I struggled and cut at his fingers to get him away, and another girl somehow got a hold of a knife. She tried to stab me, but ended up just skimming my pinky finger. Things calmed down immediately after that. I kept looking at my pinky to make sure everything was okay, and I saw the guy who attacked me laying on the floor.
I had a dream that I found this lil comic (about 6-8 panels on one page) titled: 'A MONKEYS WORST FEAR', with the subtitle: 'Small yellow animals'. The panels were hard to make out, but it was basically a gorilla coming to realize that it had been munching on a yellow bird (in which I'm guessing it was a Yellow-throated Toucan), and it was framed as a comedy-type comic. Black sketch style on white background.
If anyone would like to draw this, feel free! Just make sure to tag me 😂
Здравствуйте, Tumblr. Been a long time since I've posted here. Okay, sit down, stand up, or lay down and listen to this weird ass dream I had last night.
Okay, so first off, FYI, apparently, we usually dream multiple times a night (one number I saw said like 4-6 times), but we forget most of them. This is just the main part of a dream I remember.
So I was with Zack Foster (from Angels of Death) for some reason, and I asked him to kill me. We found a Mauser Pistol, and he pulled the trigger point blank at the back of my head, but the bullets were loaded the wrong way, and it wouldn't fire. I forget a lot of what else happened and why he wouldn't finish the job, but then I woke up, angry that it was just a dream. I wish it was real and that he finished the job. Now I hafta go to school.
Okay, so thinking back on it, you'd think this would fall under "nightmare" or "horrible dream," but no. To my surprise, all I can think after remembering it is, "Damn, I actually kinda want somebody to shoot me in the back of the head, point blank."
Here to remind people dream was liking ship art of him and Quackity while he was getting ghosted THAT MAN IS A CREEP AND A WEIRDO AND ALSO HE GOT CAUGHT DMING HIS FANS ON TWITTER 💀💀
little bastard creature from a dream/nightmare i had, where it had the ability to "paint" you into the 4th dimension, except your eyes still couldn't see into said dimension so it just looked like you were being cut into or falling apart. If you refused it would scream and chase you like a hound from hell, and it was impossible to escape. If you know SCP-096, it was that minus the death since I woke up before it caught up.
what made it a nightmare is that despite my fear of being chased, my dreams always repeat over and over to "get the best version" of it :(
had an odd dream of some moist critical look a like behind a counter being approached by some guy saying "ah there he is" before picking him up by one arm like a ragdoll and turning him into horse. no context. there's just now a horse with moist critical's face now. and that's what he wanted. he wanted to be a horse. then i woke up very confused.
it’s too late
please don’t leave me again
And Killer would be the magician and would name himself the "Mad hatter" and Cross would be his assistant just to make sure he doesn't do dumb shit and hurt himself
And Horror would be some kind of polymorph, and Dust would be the tamer
And Ink would be the clown
And Error would be the stage master
And Blue and Lust would give out the tickets
And they would call themselfs "The Sansircus"
GUYS HEAR ME OUT
Dream and Nightmare part of a circus and theyre both trapeze artists
I just had a dream where Grian switched servers and he was the culprit of Dream’s prison escape. Gotta say the plot was looking pretty good and even had some watcher background to back up their friendship. People even had good reactions to the smp coming over to hermitcraft to investigate the godly being who decided his childhood friend should break him out of prison for murders and what-not.
They are green, they are mean, they are a threat.
Dream SMP characters as random pictures in my camera roll
Dream
George
Sapnap
Tommy
Tubbo
Wilbur
Schlatt
Philza
Technoblade
Callahan
Who’s the most powerful character on the SMP:
